There’s one other thing that has been bothering me lately. Something that is for some reason invading my thoughts tonight before I find bed.
My 10 year class reunion is coming up.
This is only recently pervading my thoughts because I have former classmates that are now actively trying to track me down. Not that it’s that difficult to do so, really.
I do, after all, work at the same school I graduated from.
That I spent 12 years of my life in.
This… bothers me. Though I know I have a really good job there… that I thoroughly enjoy (most days)… I cannot help but feel like there is this stigma hanging over me.
That, in essence, I’ve gone nowhere.
It’s shaming, in a way. And I have a hard time thinking about meeting my former classmates with a forced smile in place as they jest about it.
Shallow and petty? Probably. But isn’t that, in essence, what these reunions are all about?
Perhaps I should shake off these feeble fears and realize that rising to the occasion, reacquainting myself with old peers, and turning that forced smile into something genuine would, indeed, make me a better man. After all, what does it matter where I work, or go, as long as I’m content? As long as I’m happy.
Then again… maybe I can just avoid the whole thing and not go.
…I am happy.
Aren’t I?